...Searching the seven seas within the dark...
Where did the days of my youth all go.
Where is my energy, was it all for show.
Why is the mind locked in the past.
Why do these tears continue to last?
Why this vision of a constant nightmare.
Why so vivid that it continues to scare.
What is so painfully wrong with me.
Why is it I cannot allow others to see?
Why do I see faces of men long dead,
And remember so clearly what they said.
How do I forget a ship with a starboard list,
Seen so clearly through this nights red mist?
Why do I continue to sense that kerosene smell.
How do I cope within this nights private hell.
Why do their screams continue so loud.
Buried at sea within the Union shroud?
Where do I search and in so doing find,
Beauty and peace within my troubled mind.
Searching the seven seas within the dark.
Has my time left me with a permanent mark?
Steve . Aka . "The Old Sea Dog" . 2000 . ©
An Original Created By "This Steve"
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